Catherine POV

I don't know why but for some reason I decided to watch the news with my daddy today. Usually I hate it when the news is on it's boring and it makes me sleepy. I usually want to go play in my room or outside. However, today I felt like sitting by my foster father's feet and coloring while the news was on.

For a while, I  ignored the news entirely. That is until the reporter mentioned that coming up after the break they would be covering the parole hearing of Michael Myers and how people are reacting to the possibility of his release.

I glanced up at the television puzzled. Why did that name seem so familiar? Soon the news was back on and I watched intently as the report stood before a strange building. "Inside this building a hearing is to be held to determine the fate of Michael Myers."

"Several people have gathered outside the building to protest the release of Mr. Myers. In fact, serval of the protesters seem extremely agitated and somewhat angry at the possibility of Myers being released. Needless to say, we are all anxiously awaiting the council's decision." The reporter replied.

I closed my eyes and found myself inside the strange building that had appeared on the Tv. I found myself standing in a room where paper-mâché masks of different shapes and sizes filled the walls. A bulky man sat at his desk creating a new one not even acknowledging the workers who came into his cell.  The new worker grabbed a mask off the wall to look at it. "Hay don't touch those!"

"What???"

"He doesn't like it when you touch his masks." The worker replied.

"GD." The worker swore then continued "I wouldn't want to upset the Freak." other worker replied sarcastically.

"I'm sorry about these chains Mikey." The other worker said ignoring his co-worker's sarcastic comment.

"What do you mean Your sorry about the chains? What do you have feelings for this big idiot?"

"I've been taking care of this kid for almost 20 years and me and him... You know what, just shut up! Just keep your hands off his things!" The worker replied angrily.

"Don't look at me you freak! I will be your worst nightmare. I will come in here and mess this place up one night you watch." The worker replied.

As they lead him down the corridors, I frowned as the worker said some really mean things followed by a ton of bad words. "So what it comes down to is me ( bad word) babysitting this freak?"

I covered my ears as the mean man said several more bad words and said that he'd hurt the man who was in chains. I frowned I didn't like this man. In fact, I wished that he was dead. Big meanie calling this man mean names and saying bad words. He was a very bad man he should be punished.

"It's ok Mikey it's ok." The other worker said in an effort to console Michael. I smiled I liked this guy.

When they arrived at the conference room I watched as the men looked at pictures and read  some papers. They then began to discuss the psychological views on this man they called Michael.

Some felt that he was a ten year old
trapped in a man's body. That he should be sent to a place with small guards. Others felt that he was very dangerous and should remain locked up for the rest of his life.

I don't know why but that idea seemed to make me feel extremely sad. I frowned as the man took a stamp and stamped a strange word on the paper in red. I could only guess that this meant that this Michael Myers person was staying where he was at. I frowned I didn't like this group of men and for some reason their choice made me feel very very angry.

Later, I saw the same man sitting in a room and a doctor sitting across from him. "Michael I have to tell you something. This is so hard. In a way you've become my best friend. Shows you how screwed up life is. I'm leaving Michael. I have done everything I can for you. I... I have to move on. I'm sorry."

I frown at this doctor who has clearly given up on this strange man and me clench my fist in anger. I don't know why, I don't even know this Michael, but everything I witness via dream and via the report on the news was making me extremely angry. "You not sowwy. You not sowwy at all. "You just gibing up. You nevea care about him at all did you?" I growl at the figure.

The man sighs and says "take care Michael. Take care." Michael shows no emotion as the man leaves he just sits there as if this situation didn't faze him at all. I frown as I watch the man continue to look up at the building as he's walking away before eventually turning and getting into his car.

"Big meanie dumb dumb Poopyhead." I whisper with a frown.

The scene changes and a man was making fun of Michael and saying that he was going to hurt him. He and his friend shoved a scared young girl into Michael's room. I frown just what are they up too? I watch in horror as they make fun of Michael and then hurt the young woman. At first Michael ignores them, but then one of them did something that made me smile momentarily.

He takes one of Michael's masks off the wall and started calling him names as he continues to hurt the young woman. I frown and tears began filling my eyes. "Do something." I whisper to Michael who continued to work on his paper mask ignoring the situation.

What were they doing to that young woman? I had to turn away unable to watch the scene any longer.

I could hear one of the guys asking him a question that our step father always use to ask to make fun of him. "Are you a homosexual? Are you boy?" They of course used a different term but I refuse to repeat such mean words. If it was one thing Michael hated, it was being called names.

Especially names of that nature which he'd been called all his life for no reason other then the fact that he was different then everyone else. One of the bad men continued to hurt the young woman. Within seconds Michael had grabbed the guy's cousin and thrown him against the wall.

"Punish them Mikey." I whispered a snarl curling my lips. "Punish them!"

"Let him go! Let him go!" The worker screamed  using a baton to hit him in the back. Michael dropped the other guy and grabbed the guy with the batton by the throat and then proceeded to bash the guy's head against the wall until he heard a sickening crack. I hummed in satisfaction they deserved to be punished they were bad men.

Unfortunately, several people stood in his way of leaving and so he killed them. He killed them all. I watched tearfully as he killed the man people thought he saw as his friend. Why had he done that? That man had cared about him.

He had been good to him. It wasn't right and it wasn't fair. The other guys deserves to go bye bye but not everyone in the hospital. Michael then walked out of the hospital and into the night.

About two hours later, I was watching one of my favorite shows when it was interrupted and I frowned. "We interrupt our normal scheduled program to give this important message." At this I groaned. I hated it when my shows were interrupted for stupid reasons such as stupid tests or dumb reports. "Earlier this evening Mass Murder Michael Myers escaped from Sanitarium. It is believed that his intention is to seek finish the job he started 15 years ago and find and murder his remaining family."

"He is extremely dangerous if spotted do not engage. He was last seen wearing a blue overall jumpsuit & a white face mask. We Repeat he is considered to be extremely dangerous do not engage. Contact local authorities upon spotting him." The news report flashed across the screen. I didn't know why but this made me feel extremely uncomfortable.

Dr. Loomis who had treated Michael his entire incarceration was extremely worried. "I need to know what became of his sisters."

"Sir we can't disclose that information. The records are sealed for a reason."

"But as long as he is on the loose his sister's lives are in danger." Dr. Loomis replied.

"Look that town has enough to be concerned with without having to worry about the welfare of the sisters of a psychopath. With all those...." The officer was nudged in his chest so that he couldn't finish his sentence.

"We'd love to help you Doctor but our hands are tied."

"But the child..."

"Is not our concern. We will need to focus on finding that Psychopath before he goes on a murder spree. Who knows where or when he will strike next."

"I do! I've been inside that head of his. He is pure evil. I'm telling you He is going to go after his sister's. They both need to be put in protective custody until he is caught." Dr. Loomis replied.

The officer's looked over at each other and shook their heads. "Sorry but that's simply not possible. Even if we wanted to put them in protective custody we have no idea where they are."

"They were adopted right after their mother died. The records are sealed and there is no way a judge is going to unseal them just because you have a hunch that their big brother wants to kill them." The officer replied rolling his eyes.

"This is no joke! Those girl's lives are in danger! If your not going to do anything about it then I will!" Dr Loomis said angrily grabbing his hat off the coatrack and storming out the door.

Meanwhile, back in Springwood I had a very strange dream. It was of a young blond girl. I watched as she awoke from a daze to see the body of her friend laying sprawled out upon a  grave stone that read Myers completely naked with bruise marks all around her neck.

I watched as the young girl seeing her body looks at her confused. "Linda? Linda? She calls to her friend again but again receives no answer. Crawling over to her on her hands and knees she cried Linda? Linda wake up! Linda please!!! Please wake up!! She cries historically shaking the body to no prevail. "No. Please, please, please, please. Linda please wake up." I heard her beg.

Then I watched as a tall man in blue overalls and a white mask slowly walked out of the darkness and approached the young girl. She was so focused on her friend that she barely heard the man slowly approach her. When she does notice him she looks at him in confusion.

"Who are you? What do you want?" She cries and her eyes go wide as she spots the knife in his hand. "No. No please. Please don't hurt us please." She begs holding her friends head in her hands. As he approaches her she changes her plea to "no. Please don't hurt me. Please."

Much to her surprise as well as my own the man dropped the knife to the ground. He drops to his knees slightly before her and slowly pulls out a very warn black and white picture of the two of them.  She looks at him completely confused.

"I don't understand. Please, please just leave me alone. I don't know them please!!!" She cries as the man holds the picture in front of her. No emotion showing due to his pure white face mask.

Looking down she spots the knife a few inches away from her. She slowly takes the picture from him and as she does he removes his mask and drops it away lowering his head slightly a he drops to his knees completely before her. She looks up at him and then back down at the knife.

I can tell what she is thinking and I don't like it. "Don't do it." I whisper but unfortunately there is nothing I can do to stop the events from unfolding before me like an old horror movie.

"I want to help you. I just don't understand." The girl says nicely and I roll my eyes knowing that is the furthest thing from her mind. "I want to help you I just don't know how. I want to help you." She kept repeating as she slowly crawled her way closer to the knife.

Upon snatching it off the ground she drove it into the man's shoulder she screamed "you jerk!" Before making a run for it. I watched shocked as he fell to the ground. He wasn't dead was he? The prospect of that idea terrified me.

"No!" I screamed quickly sitting up in my bed. I don't know why I was upset when the strange young man fell to the ground but for some reason it really bothered me.

"Cathrine what's the matter?" My foster father/ asked rushing into my room.

I looked around and tried to catch my breath. "There was this man in a white mask standing over my bed holding a knife. I think he was going to kill me." I replied tearfully.

"It was just a bad dream. Now go back to sleep and don't you dare wake us up again for such foolish nonsense!" My foster father replied angrily.

I yawned and closed my eyes and I once again found myself in the room with the strange girl and the man in the white mask. I watched as the girl tore at the boards and squeezed her way out of the room. "Help! Some body please help me! Let me out!" She screamed. Something about her cries of terror amused me. The scene went from her back to the strange young man that she had stabbed.

I watched as he slowly pulled the knife out of his body and replaced the white mask back over his face. I could tell that he wasn't happy and I smiled. I watched as he tore through the wall as if it were nothing but paper mache. I smiled as he grabbed at the girl angrily and I found myself hoping he'd catch her and punish her for what she had done.

It was cruel to pretend to care about him and then literally stab him in the back well in this case the upper shoulder area. I watched as she slipped through the crack and after tearing at it for a few minutes slipped through the wires and began to run. Unfortunately for her she didn't watch where she was going and she fell into a huge man made gorge which could have been a pool.

Within in seconds of her falling into the gorge/ pool the man burst through the doors that lead to the basement and headed in her direction. "No please." She begged as she heard him approaching. She knew that she had no way to escape. "Please." She groaned as she heard him approaching. "Help somebody please!!!" She screamed. She looked up and there he stood with the knife in his hand looking down at her. "No. Please." She replied tearfully then screamed at the top of her lungs "Help! Somebody please HELP!! No."

She cried as she tried crawling away and up the edge which proved to be too steep. Meanwhile, the man walked slowly down into the gorge or maybe it was a pool. I couldn't tell. I smiled smugly at the girl as I watched him approach her. Now she would get what she deserved. "Help somebody!" She continued to scream.

"Oh do Shut up you big cwybaby!" I muttered rolling my eyes in irritation as I watched him approach her.

Suddenly out of nowhere an old man appeared and yelled out to him. "Michael!" The man paused but then continued to make his was towards the crying girl. "Michael it's me Samuel. Michael please stop." The man pleaded and I frowned I didn't like this old man. Why did he have to show up and spoil things? " Michael only paused a moment before continuing towards the girl.

"Help please." She pleaded and I frowned she was really starting to get on my nerves.

"Michael stop!" The man yelled at him to no prevail I watched as he shot him twice to no prevail. I smiled for some reason I seemed glad that the man they called Michael wasn't hurt.
What happened next made me want to scream. The old man shot Michael in the back and Michael fell face forward onto the cement floor of the pool/gorge.

"No!" I whispered. "Michael? Michael please get up. Please Michael get up." I begged but he didn't move. I didn't know why but I began to cry for this strange man. I looked up and glared angrily at the old man and the young woman.

I frowned as I watched the old man approach the sniveling girl and help her to her feet. "Shhh. Your safe now." He said as he assisted her out of the old pool and towards his waiting car.

Despite being safe she continued to sob and I growled. I didn't know who these people were but I did know one thing, something inside my heart broke when I watched the man they had call Michael fall down.

I growled I didn't care why I had dreamed about this event or if it was just a dream or not. I didn't care if I did have a connection to the old man and the girl. The only thing running through my mind was a desire to get revenge for this man's death.

Yet, something about this whole dream had made me afraid. I couldn't pin point what it was. Could it have been the strange name on the gravestone? Or the picture the man called Michael had held? Or was it the idea that this Michael wanted find and murder the rest of his family that sent shivers down my spine? I couldn't figure out why this dream and the news reports had upset me so much.

That is, until my dream changed and I once again found myself face to face with man with the burnt face who was still wearing the same green and red sweater and a brown fedora as before. I shivered at the sight of him and he chuckled.

"Hello Princess. I'm so glad that you have returned. Have you figured out who I am yet?"

"No. I don't know what you want from me. I don't know what anyone wants from me."

"The report on the news scared you didn't it Princess?" Freddy asked with a smile.

"No."

"Awe, I know that's not true. You can't hide your fears from me. I know them all both your old fears and your new ones." Freddy replied his eyes sparkling in delight.

"What do you want from me?"

"I want you to remember." Freddy replied coming within inches of my face.

"I'm sorry but I...." Freddy cut me off before I could finish my sentence.

"You will remember soon enough Kitten. You will remember everything. Who I am, who you are, what we use to do together. I want you to remember it all. Do you want to know why that name on the news frightens you so my sweet little kitten?"

Freddy asked stroking my cheek with his burnt hand. I shuddered as his hand caressed my cheek and shook my head. He smiled at me obviously amused with my response. "Hold that thought Princess. I sense we are no longer alone." Freddy replied with a smile. "I'll be back in a flash." He said winking at me as he disappeared.